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5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. Calvary.

W God descend, in majesty,


To proclaim his holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
2 When, in ecstasy sublime,
Tabor's glorious steep I climb,
At the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3 When on Calvary I resi,
God, in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
4 Here I would forever stay,—
Weep and gaze my soul away;
Thou art heaven on earth to me,

Lovely, mournful Calvary. 294

C. M.
Sufficiency and freeniss.
WHAT amazing words of grace

Are in the gospel found !
Suited to every sinner's case,

Who knows the joyful sound. 2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls,

Are freely welcome here; Salvation, like a river, rolls,

Abundant, free, and clear. 3 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds;

Your every burden bring:
Here love, unchanging love, abounds,,,

A deep, celestial spring.
4 Whoever will—0 gracious word !-

May of this stream partake;
Come, thirsty souls, and bless the Lord,

And drink, for Jesus' sake.


6 Millions of sinners, vile as you,

Have here found life and peace; Come, then, and prove its virtues too,

And drink, adore, and bless. 295

S. M.
Christ, the only source of salvation.
OD'S holy law transgress'd,


Convinced of guilt, with grief oppress'd,

We find no comfort there. 2 Not all our groans and tears,

Nor works which we have done, Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers,

Can e'er for sin atone. 3 Relief alone is found

In Jesus' precious blood : 'Tis this that heals the mortal wound,

And reconciles to God.
4 This is salvation's source ;

And all our hopes arise
From Him, who, hanging on the cross,

A spotless victim dies. 296

C. M.
The precious Name.
COW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear;
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole

And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary, rest. 3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding-place; My never-failing-treasure, fill'd

With boundless stores of grace:


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4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,

Accept the praise I bring.
5 I would thy boundless love proclaim

With every fleeting breath; So shall the music of thy Name

Refresh my soul in death. 297

L. M.
The unspeakable gift.
APPY the man who finds the grace,




The wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love.
2 Happy, beyond description, he
Who knows the Saviour died for me!
The gift unspeakable obtains,
And heavenly understanding gains.
3 Wisdom divine ! who tells the price
Of wisdom's costly merchandise ?
Wisdom to silver we prefer,
And gold is dross compared to her.
4 Her hands are fill’d with length of days.
True riches, and immortal praise,
Riches of Christ on all bestow'd,
And honour that descends from God.
5 To purest joys she all irvites,-
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flowery paths are peace.
6 Happy the man who wisdom gains;
Thrice happy, who his guest retains :
He owns, and shall forever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven, are one.


C. M.
He waiteth to be gracious.
HY ceaseless, unexhausted love,

Unmerited and free,
Delights our evil to remove,

And help our misery. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still ;

Thou dost with sinners bear; That, saved, we may thy goodness feel,

And all thy grace declare. 3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me, To

every soul, abound; A vast, unfathomable sea,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Its streams the whole creation reach,

So plenteous is the store ; Enough for all, enough for each,

Enough forever more. 5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are,

A rock that cannot move : A thousand promises declare

Thy constancy of love.
6 Throughout the universe it reigns,

Unalterably sure;
And while the truth of God remains,

His goodness must endure. 299

L. M. Universal redemption. VINNERS, obey the heavenly call;

Your prison doors stand open wide: Go forth, for Christ hath ransom'd all,

For every soul of man hath died. . 2 'Tis his the drooping soul to raise;

To rescue all by sin oppress'd ; To clothe them with the robes of praise,

And give their weary spirits rest.



3 To help their grov'ling unbelief;

Beauty for ashes to confer; The oil of joy for abject grief;

Triumphant joy for sad despair. 4 To make them trees of righteousness,-

The planting of the Lord below; To spread the honour of his grace,

And on to full perfection go. 300

3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 Ss.

The jubilee trumpet.
LOW ye the trumpet, blow

The gladly-solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
2 Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hath full atonement made :
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad :
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
3 Extol the Lamb of God,-

The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood

Throughout the world proclaim :
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,

Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

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